My Breath of Life

breath

The floor is a mess, with blood from her dress

And I must confess, I think I am dreaming.

It must be amnesia, uncanny finesse,

the freedom of being, in a new heart beating.

 

The merge of genetics, it was poetic,

Her face seemed angelic and it shook my core.

The immediate rapport was quite magnetic,

As I adored all her coos and her charming roars—

 

Her tremulous whispers, and cute whimpers,

That infectious glimmer, my eyes were caught.

I brought her in and soothed her shivers,

She taught me that affection I had sought—

 

I sat in disbelief, in that little sleeping thief

our motifs merged, my wife’s smile and my eyes

No surprise to me, that little petite,

Was baptized and disguised as the breath of life.

 

We spent so many nights in tantrum’s trice

As Twilight unsealed, the spotlights revealed,

And an inspiration pealed in glorious whites,

The moments surreal, and my patience ideal,

enough to take care of this Breath of Life.

 

But that breath grows and reservations sow,

And we know at times to question her cunning

At times she was bluffing, about her tomorrows

And Ghosts she was shunning soon will come hunting—

 

And I’m forced to be that net for her sunsets

becoming her outlet, when she needs to cry.

Prying rainbows from the sky when she’s upset,

Just to pacify her grief and keep her eyes dry.

 

But how do I do that, stop her from falling flat?

Should I be her doormat, to show her the way home?

Show her she’s not alone and always welcomed back

That wherever she roams, life can be postponed—

 

If only for just a moment’s notice

She knows this; then she cannot be alone

And I can bestow to her a focus,

To stay afloat and be strong on her own—

 

So I can finally breathe a sigh of relief,

Though the gasps may be brief, they are soothing…

And raising a human may lead to defeats

But the movement, when master becomes student—

 

I pine for that, for her to draw the line

And assign the place where it will land.

For her to understand that it is fine

To fall in the sand, but I’ll be damned if—

 

She doesn’t stand up and crossly demand,

A second chance to emulate perfection

Give herself direction, in this vast expanse

to substantiate conception, then reflection.

 

And I believe in her drive, in her strive,

That she will survive, and become something great.

She will consummate the breath of life

And I will venerate her, as she reciprocates.

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

16 thoughts on “My Breath of Life

  • May 19, 2017 at 2:39 PM
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    heartwarming poem and i must say the leisure time is being well spent for the love. Stay blessed and keep writing Paul Neglia

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    • May 20, 2017 at 7:37 AM
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      Thank you so much Albert glad you enjoyed it.

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  • May 19, 2017 at 7:40 PM
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    My second grand daughter was born two weeks ago and this poem hits home in a very good way. Awesome piece, I really enjoyed it..

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    • May 20, 2017 at 7:38 AM
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      Congratulations Kurt. Im happy this piece held favor with you. Much appreciation.

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  • May 20, 2017 at 3:03 AM
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    Nice work Paul, and isn’t it a joy to get to the stage where your kids are on their way in life. I have 5 and my youngest two are still not there yet, but the other’s are and my eldest is 40 in a few months. I must admit the journey is magnificent; how could anyone not have children by choice. Great work, filled with emotion and truths of parenthood.

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    • May 20, 2017 at 7:51 AM
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      I know right. How could you choose against having children, they are the best trip out there. My oldest is almost there, i cant wait to see what he does and the two girls i can see what they will be like, and it should be awesome to be a part of. Thank you so much Tony.

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  • May 20, 2017 at 4:25 AM
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    A wonderful tribute to your daughter, Paul. I have written poetic tributes to all four of my kids and though it hasn’t always been an easy road each one has made me proud.

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    • May 20, 2017 at 7:53 AM
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      John ill be honest just as long as mine are raised right and are respectful i feel then i have succeeded. I cant wait to see the future for them thought. Im hoping they change the world in a positive way. Thank you so much

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  • May 20, 2017 at 8:37 AM
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    Children are a special gift to us. When they grow to be respectful and responsible then we raised them well. You have a good mindset for a parent, Paul – and your poem is lovely.

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    • May 21, 2017 at 10:24 AM
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      Thank you Phyllis. I can only hope that they all grow up and are respectful, so far so good. Thank you so much for the kind words.

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  • May 20, 2017 at 10:44 AM
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    This is great Paul, all of the many phases of growth, all of the hopes we have for our children. Having one 21, and one nearly five, I am experiencing such perspective, as well as reflection. They are each unique, and we can never know just the person they will become, but we certainly can send them in best direction we know, and are able. A loving and heartfelt piece. Enjoyed it!

    Best,
    Mel

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    • May 21, 2017 at 10:26 AM
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      Yeah you have all the bases covered with the age difference. They are a reflection of us, how well we do as parents can only help or hinder them in the future. Thsnk you so much for your kind words, im glad you enjoyed it

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  • May 21, 2017 at 3:27 AM
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    Such a wonderful, profound piece of your bundle and you. From conception to inception in the world of treasure so sure to be her plaything, with you awaiting to comfort and guide.

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    • May 21, 2017 at 10:27 AM
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      Thank you so much Donald. I will get around to reading yours soon, just catching up on my emails.

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  • May 25, 2017 at 6:59 AM
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    Your words, thoughts and very descriptive melody of a newborn comforts my heart. I too can remember the first birth of my beautiful daughter, she saw her fathers tears flow as she entered this world of uncertainty. Conception is a miracle and blessing to all parents no matter where we reside on this planet. Those 9 months of labor by her mother all led up to a bundle of joy for both of us. Truly a newborn of new life for all species is purely brilliant. May all life flourish and continue to make this world a better place for all. A very well written piece, much enjoyed.

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    • May 25, 2017 at 12:02 PM
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      Thank you so much Vincent, yeah I cried when each of my kids were born too. I do appreciate your kind words.

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